Welcome to LuvBuv! My name is Theresa and I hope you enjoy my blog about life and all the little things that make life interesting. This blog covers a variety of topics including relationships, well-being, family life, and juicy lil' tidbits.
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By Theresa
When I was a little girl I wasn’t raised to believe in Santa. My parents are very practical, straight-laced people and just never saw much point in instilling in their children the belief of the jolly old bearded man. Sure, sometimes we would get gifts under the tree that said “From Santa” but my brother and I knew who the gift was really from.
Growing up, I always kind of envied the anticipation and giddiness my Santa-believing friends experienced over the holidays. I remember a few times telling them, “Santa isn’t real guys.” Yes, I was THAT kid. But one particular friend had such an unwavering faith in St. Nick that it rubbed off on me. She converted a non-believer into a wannabe-believer.
By Theresa
One of my favourite things to do is eat breakfast food for dinner. Mornings are typically rushed — cramming down some cereal and yogurt is the best I do. But when six o’clock rolls around, I get a hankering for some real breakfast food. I’m talking about gut-filling potatoes, eggs, and bacon. I’m talking about eggs in a basket.
Eggs in a basket? Some of you may know this comfort food as eggs-in-a-hole or eggs-in-a-nest. Whatever you call this recipe, it’s a quick, nutritious, and delicious meal for busy families (my toddler loves this meal too).
By Theresa
This past Halloween, a pair of very sexy looking black cats appeared on my doorstep chiming “trick or treat!” The two feline friends were sporting knee-high boots and tight black spandex — “normal” sexy cat costumes except these girls were no older than 13. Call me old-fashioned, but the sight of these two girls, dressed more maturely than they no doubt were, made my heart ache. Although my daughter is still a toddler, I’m already getting parental anxiety about her growing up too fast.
By Theresa
With the cold weather comes comfort food, hot chocolate, and unfortunately for some, plenty of dreaded family gatherings over Thanksgiving and the holidays. Some people may still be recovering from last year’s festivities in which Aunt Betsy drank too much wine and told everyone to shove it. Ah…families. Whether you hate them, love them, or simply tolerate them, they certainly keep things interesting for you.
Here are a list of the usual characters at a family gathering and tips on how to deal with them.
The Button-Pusher
You can almost hear the sound of buttons being pushed when this person is around: beep-beep-beep. Not one to shy away from controversial topics or voicing an opinion (especially one that goes against the grain), this person thrives on getting a rise out of others.
By Theresa
I hope everyone had a Happy Halloween yesterday!
It was Ayla’s first time trick-or-treating (last year she was just three months old and a little young to go door-to-door in the chilly weather). My mom called me up excitedly a few weeks ago and said she had found a great black and white “raccoon” costume for Ayla. Apparently my mom isn’t very familiar with raccoons — the costume turned out to be a black and white panda…what a tricker she is.
Anyway, I was hoping that my chubby little panda bear would have been walking by Halloween but she’s one of those children I’m discovering that won’t do anything until she’s good and ready (although she did take her very first steps this weekend!). So our red wagon came in handy transporting our 25 lbs. trick-or-treater door to door.
By Theresa
The other night I slept in my baby’s playpen. Not a crib, but it’s smaller, less comfier cousin the playpen. (We never purchased a crib for lack of space.) Why on earth did I do this, you might ask? This was my last resort attempt to get my 13 month daughter to sleep in her own bed after several failed tries to lay her to sleep peacefully. Every time I thought she was sound asleep and tried to lay her down she sprung up like a baby kangaroo on steroids.
And started wailing. Very loudly.
By Theresa
The funny thing about parenting is that it requires you to be selfless as it soaks up so much of your time and energy, yet it can also bring out your selfish side. Since kids are seen as an extension of ourselves, we want to try to give them the best and have others
Continue reading Letting Our Kids Be Themselves
By Theresa
Everything is new and glorious with your first child and every milestone big or small is applauded with as much vigour as if your baby just won an Olympic gold medal. Now when your second child comes around, you are still pleased with your little bundle of joy, yet you know in your heart that your parental paparazzi days are over as you’ve seen it all already. The first child has a memory book, two photo albums and an assortment of mementos kept in a special box while baby number two is lucky to have enough pictures to fill one album.
Can a mother who is a second child herself break this vicious, yet natural cycle of Second Child Syndrome (SCS)?
By Theresa
When I was a little girl, I thought that grown ups were these mature people that always had the answers and wore sensible clothes. I thought that growing up was just another milestone similar to high school graduation. Now that I am of the age of someone who could be considered ‘grown up’ I am still wondering when my time will come to actually feel this way.
I’ve come to realize that there are a number of reasons why we never really feel grown up, but the main reason is because of our families. Love’em or hate’em, families have the strange ability to turn back time and make you feel like a kid again. That time you wet the bed when you had a sleep-over? Your cousin will never let you forget it. That embarrassing baby picture of you with poopy pants? It’s on display and framed for everyone’s viewing pleasure.
By Theresa
When I recently returned to work full-time after taking a year’s maternity leave, my husband became the primary caregiver for our bubbly 12 month daughter between the hours of 7am and 5:30pm when I am out. He’s a Professional House Husband (PHH) as he not only is a full-time ‘manny’ during the day, but also balances his professional life in the evenings.
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